Hello, last week I posted the first part of this haunted house blog. You can catch up with me: HERE.
To briefly recap: So far, we have animals that are freaking out, bangs, growls, poltergeist activity, huge undulating shadows, and ghosts that can communicate through the radio and move freaking washing machines!
After the radio announcement, as I said, it was every girl for herself. My sisters and I were in a dilemma. In order to get away from the situation, we had to run past the washing machine that had just moved across the floor and back – while the radio was laughing at us. The terror that we felt was unparalleled to anything we had gone through before.
We looked at each other in disbelief. The machine going one way was an unbalanced load – but moving back by command from the voice in the radio was bind boggling. I’m going to have to apologize to Cyndie here because I know that in my effort to get past her, I probably left scars. My poor step sister was younger, smaller, and immediately relegated to the back of the line that was streaking like a bullet upstairs for safety.
No one wanted to go back downstairs after that. I’m pretty sure that the terror we brought up with us was palpable, I know that my mother didn’t even try and convince us it didn’t happen, we could still hear the racket going on downstairs.
I think my dad talked with the owner about what was going on after our dog, Charlie died. (I’ll note here that we got another dog who reacted in the same exact manner to the backyard and downstairs bedroom. She was terrified of it – and also died here.)
The owner finally told my parents the sad story. She had a son in his early teens that fell off the back of a truck and died outside of the house. His dog died of a broken heart two weeks later and was buried in the backyard.
Now, I don’t think that in and of itself was the cause of the haunting. It seemed much bigger than that. At the time, we didn’t think that a teenage boy would cause so much terror, or that a beloved pet would terrorize living animals.
We lived there for a two years. During that time, the entire family had severe personal and health problems and lost several pets. I moved out to stay with friends, I couldn’t bear to be there anymore. My sister also moved out, leaving the basement room empty. My younger brother didn’t want to live in it either.
The owner contacted my mother and told them she was cancelling the lease because she was moving back. Even though it created financial hardship, I’m sure my on some level, my mom and dad were relieved.
Three months or so later, my dad was reading the paper and they found the owner died of a heart attack – on the landing of the stairs. Where we would see the huge shadow figure late at night.
We didn’t think so.
My sister sent me a note last week after part one of this blog, and she had just been talking about this house to someone else. After thirty five years, we still talk about this house.
We still remember the cold terror we experienced while living there.
Now, I have a fanciful imagination and if it were just me – I might believe that time embellished the memory to something bigger than it actually was. But – if you get six adults with the same story – I have to validate it.
So, that’s the Noriega house story 🙂
I have more.
I’d like to thank Andi for sharing a story last week.
Would anyone else like to share?